Page 32 of Unbreakable Bonds (The Boston Romance #2)

Her nails dig into my chest like a kitty, setting her nails into tree bark when I smack her perfect tush twice.

Then her hands trail their way up my pecs and shoulders until she intertwines her fingers behind my neck and pulls me in.

The moment she presses her sweet lips on mine, a pure animalistic need to claim this woman takes over.

I lift her off the ground, and as I press her against the wall, she wraps her legs around me.

The contrast of her golden locks and warm beige skin with the black tiles is mesmerizing.

"You mean like this?" I growl, while letting my member drill itself a way home.

"Yes, it's so—"

"Fucking good," I fill in as I thrust again. Her head falls back, and I take this opportunity to lick the skin of her throat. "God, you're stunning."

After a while of kissing and pumping, I stop and move away from the wall until we're under the showerhead.

Satisfying wet noises bounce between the walls as I pound into her, but when I hold my thrusts for a moment, she doesn't agree, and she wiggles her body—trying to get that friction she yearns for.

When that doesn't work, her fiery personality shoots to the surface.

"Dammit, Cole. Fuck me." She grabs my lip between her teeth and nibbles, and sucks on it. I growl and give in by pinning her against the other wall and repeatedly push myself to the hilt into her sweetness.

"Yes, harder, and don't stop," she cries out.

Caught in our web of lust, I do as she asks. Her tits bounce, and one of her palms presses against the fogged window as I start a vigorous, primitive pace of slamming into her. By the way her thighs increase their grip on my waist, I know she's close. So I keep working my magic. "Look at me, Alex."

When she disobeys, I stop moving and smack her ass. "Look. At. Me."

Her eyes shoot open, and the haze in her irises tells me she is moments from tumbling off the cliff and diving into paradise.

I rest my forehead against hers. And as I continue my thrusts, I watch how the intimate glance of pure pleasure in her irises takes over. Her panting breath becomes more erratic, and her body shivers.

"Cole, I'm..."

With her mouth agape, she gasps for air as the tidal wave orgasm rips through her.

A second later, I explode with such fierce power that I grunt animalistically.

And I thought the sex I had before her was good.

I was dead wrong. Compared to this, it all has been mediocre.

Fuck... I hoped having sex with Alisha would lessen my thirst for her.

But it seems to work the goddamn opposite way.

I can't envision not wanting this amazing woman.

Her lips place soft kisses in the crook of my neck as she comes down from her high. "You're crushing me, Walker."

I bring my weight back. "Sorry."

"Don't be. It was more than worth it," she adds, sinfully placing a peck on my lips. "But I think we used up the warm water for the entire building."

I chuckle and put her back on the ground.

"Such a waste. I'm so hungry. Next time the content is mine," she says, grabbing my cock and removing the condom.

I brush my lips along hers. "Deal."

Her fingers trail up and down my sensitive shaft. "You bet it's a deal."

I can't help but chuckle again at her confident, cocky grin. "Let's get dressed because you are becoming a big distraction."

"Who, little me?" she replies, shaking her ass as she walks out of the shower. As she dries her hair and body, I smile, seeing the red print of my hands on her backside. When she bends to pick up her clothing, I admire the perfect view.

"You should tattoo my handprint on that bum of yours, so you know who it belongs to."

She straightens and faces me. "Easy there, Bulldozer. This butt is yours for only six months. Remember?"

A nauseating shockwave awakens in the pit of my stomach, and it expands, causing an uneasy tightening sensation that constricts the airflow in my lungs.

What the fuck is this? I stride past her into the bedroom and roam through the closet, trying to calm my chaotic mind.

Old feelings emerge and involuntarily attack my subconscious with images I want to forget.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asks, walking into the bedroom. "Yep, dandy."

The hair on the nape of my neck stiffens, and my heart rate shoots up as I watch her walking to the door with the piano behind it. Not now...

"Cole? Can we talk about last night?" "No!"

"But—"

I turn and face her. "Don't. I said, no."

She sets her hands on her waist, and a slight wrinkle line sets between her eyes as she frowns. "Don't you go back to hiding that vital part that is you. It's not healthy, Cole. You should—"

"Stop it, Alex." I bolt towards her and plant my palms next to her face. "Just because we shared what we did and I showed you what's behind this door, doesn't mean you get to advise me." I tap my flat hand hard on the wooden surface. "It's closed, and that means I'm not talking about it."

The green orbs that held such warmth minutes ago are now spitting fire at me. She presses against my chest and walks a few feet away from me. "Stop acting like an intimidating asshole. Where is the Cole from last night? Or even the man from a few minutes ago?"

I close my eyes and sigh. "Just change the subject."

I twitch when suddenly her soft fingers touch my tense jaw. "Please, don't push me away."

I walk back to the closet. The tension in the room crackles as I slide my arms into a clean white dress shirt.

"So just like that, you're back to acting like the fucking arrogant shithead I dislike? I hoped we passed a certain stage last night. But I guess I'm the fool here." Her voice has a tremble that cuts straight into my soul.

I close my eyes and ball my fists so hard they get numb when her footsteps fade. It feels like I'm sinking into quicksand, and when I hear the slamming of the front door, I bang my fist against the wall. I inhale and exhale profoundly, trying to control myself.

"Shit, what have I done?"

With my heartbeat racing in my throat, I turn and sprint. I bolt into the hall, scanning the area towards the elevator in search of my salvation.

"Alex, wait," I yell when I see her.

She ignores me and gets in. I enhance the length of my steps, and when the doors are about to close, I stretch my arm between them.

Thank God.

They open back up, and my gaze goes straight to the woman standing against the elevator wall. Pain spears through me, seeing her wiping away her tears.

"Fuck off."

"Alex, I'm sorry, I..."

"I'm done with your fucking sorrys, Cole. You can't..." The ache in her voice and the fact she avoids looking at me tell me I hurt her deeply. I can't stand it, and I won't let her leave like this. I grab her wrists, and pull her out of the confined space.

"Let me go. Don't be such a goddamn neanderthal, I—"

Without letting her finish, I kiss her. My heart sinks when she doesn't respond. I place my forehead against hers. "Alex, please don't leave. I know I'm an asshole. But I..."

She lets out a big exhale. "But what, Cole?"

Her eyes come up and penetrate mine. The hurt in her green eyes has me tongue tied, but after giving myself a mental slap, I manage to whisper with a restricted throat, "I'm trying, Alex."

She touches my cheek. "I know you are. But that doesn't mean I will let you talk to me the way you did. You keep pushing me away when all I want to do is help you. You hurt me, and I need you to give me space, Cole."

Reluctantly, my hands fall to my side, and I take a step back. "For how long?"

She bites her bottom lip. "I don't know." "Okay."

She turns, walks back into the elevator, and presse the button.

Everything in me is screaming to stop her, but I can't. I need to respect her wishes, even if my heart hurts watching her leave.

When the doors are closed, I keep staring at them, hoping that they will reopen and she'll appear.

But when it doesn't happen, I return to my apartment and go straight to my balcony, where I stare into the sky and scowl. You fucking dick. You lost her.